Lepanto marks the spot of victory,
  O'er crescent cruel and strong, by forces weak,
  Of hallowed cross; of which, "if sign you seek,"
'Tis not of man but a Divinity.
The white-robed Pius Fifth the Rosary
  Uplifted like the rod of Moses, meek;
  Whilst Ottomans on Christians wrath would wreak
And, as of old, engulfed them in the sea.

O Lady of the Rosary to-day,
  Thy clients all beseech thee, hear their prayer,
  And beg the Christ Who raging storms did quell,
Bid warring nations cease their bloody fray;
His power and thine honor, we declare,
  O Thou All-Fair, thou joy of Israel.

How the swift river runs bright to its doom,
  Placid and shining and smooth-flowing by,
Blue with the gleam of the heavenly room,
  Smiling and calm with the smile of the sky!
Ah, but the plunge! and the shock and the roar,